

This photo is a little blurry - within a few minutes of leaving the house the snow really started to come down. By the time we stopped for a snack at the coffee shop "baby girl" had a good inch of snow in her lap.

Damariscotta that is.
This photo is a little blurry - within a few minutes of leaving the house the snow really started to come down. By the time we stopped for a snack at the coffee shop "baby girl" had a good inch of snow in her lap.
Thursday evening, after work and school, we decided to break from the typical evening of Rick working on the house and B and I hanging at home. Instead we took advantage of our close proximity to the local Y and headed in for some family swim time. We thought it would take a bit to reorient Brynna with the pool and the skills she learned last year at swim lessons. Boy were we wrong. Apparently all of her time "swimming" in the bathtub has paid off. Her excitement was contagious. As soon as the bubbles were on Brynna jumped right in - occasionally fogetting that she couldn't quite swim yet. By the end of the evening she was swimming with a semi-doggie paddle using us for balance only.